How an elf got his name

Harry Bett

Short story about how an elf found the name for his son.

Chapter 03 - Dryads, part 1

Melissa O´Dowd

Squee - this is coming up quicker than I thought. Okay, here as the title suggests is some new characters. There's more than meets the eye with these guys, but you'll have to wait and see...

Lost & Found ~ Prologue

Michelle Andersen

This is the start of my first *successful* attempt at REAL fantasy writing. High fantasy! It's my favourite thing to read, and i want soo much to write it.... This is the prologue, *newly* revised! And i'm currently starting work on the first chapters! (I'm going to be writing them two at a time, since every other chapter will focus on either of my main characters.) I'll post updates as soon as i can! Hope you enjoy! And please leave comments! (I'm not too confident of my HighFantasy writing ability, so any tips/critiques would be much appreciated!)

Prologue: Magician, Man and Beast

Daniel Williamson

 Cycle of Life:Prologue Armoured knights trampled the village green to mud. To those caught in their path, they appeared to be bizarre monsters, their humanity hidden beneath hard, chitinous shells; razor-sharp swords gilded red in the most precious of substances - life’s blood.All around, the air was thick with despair as the wounded reached out to one another with open hearts. The dead pretended to ignore their fate. Some lay with their ears pressed to the ground, as if listening to the slow heartbeat of the earth. Others directed their eyes upwards, watching cinders trace a lazy arc through temperate skies.A shrill cry cut through the clamour of battle as an Arch-Mage, dressed in bright ceremonial robes, gave a renewed call to arms. The animalistic scream took to the air: a symbiotic blood-cry fashioned from a living soul, savagely pried loose from its corporeal holdings.The invaders moved in a grim dance as they engaged the unarmed villagers in combat. Each wore a filthy white surcoat emblazoned with the twin signets of faith. The ancient symbol, which comprised of two interlocking rings enclosing a stylistic pattern, represented the link between heart and mind. Some of the village elders recognized it for what it truly was: a powerful sigil designed to unify the men in single-minded combat. Such tactics rendered them unstoppable, as it was easier to control men through magic than the archaic bonds of brotherhood and loyalty.The invaders marched towards their defenceless foes; gazes filled with righteous indignation; cold hearts ablaze with lust for battle.Death it seemed possessed its own voice. Its horror rent the still morning air. Everywhere, horror overlaid beauty - a grotesque juxtaposition of life and death. Then, the wheels of time unfurled a new day - a day as bright as the blood spilled freely beneath it.As one, the army came to a complete halt. The soulless invaders coldly perused the battlefield. Bloodied and battered helms concealed deadpan faces and unseeing eyes. As a new and monstrous future was ready to be born,

The Dawning

Samantha child* Spencer

The power within meant to bring the past to the present and change the world for all time

A New World

April ]-[3L' Jones

I written this story in the 6th or 7th grade.. take a look at the date of course. One of those class assignments of course.

Aslan:Chapter 3

Kristin Hawkins okay this is not completely finished. but by the next time i upload i should have this and chapter 4 finished!!!

Chapter 9: Lost and Found

Allison Dollar

And, once again Mya is alone in the dark... well.. 'alone'

Chapter 16: The Beginning of the Quest

Allison Dollar

Everyone wants to know who Mya is, especially the people that found her in the woods. (Yeah, I will go back to chapter two and give ya a better description of her... later)

The Maiden Who Does Not Want Me

Jacques de Villiers

I have written this poem in the guise of a Falinian poet, Hebrinth Halsnooth. I do not hold the piece in the greatest esteem, but hopefully others will think otherwise.

Lost Things Again

Rochelle Watts

Poor Imp. He puts up with these human things dropping into his house. No wonder he bought it so cheap. This is the second in a series I'm working on.

The Power Within (Chapter 5)

Alicia Hansen

Still a work in progress . . . Anyway, as I add new chapters, you'll want to review the previous chunks. I replace everything in this story with new uploads. New ideas and revisions and additions and all of that . . . Anyway, I am greatly enjoying this story and I like how it is going right now. All comments, suggestions and ideas are welcome.

Lost and Found

Nur Talib

A tale written in one of my more loathing moments, it is set in the ages of despair,in between the dawn of the modern world,and the fall of dragons and knights.

The Seven 2

Kathryn Gromowski

This is the same day as the first quote. This is just the rest of it. This one is even longer than the last one! All of them (except Krisa) gets their teachers, and most of them find their familiars. This one goes with the same illustration as #1, so check there for info on it. Just a PS kinda thing. I want to give a BIG thatks to Vicious from #Loth, who helped me with some names. I was coming up dry on what to name a few characters, and he rescued me. Thanks, Vic! Update, 12/28/03: yea, ummm....once again, the editing thing....happened. It's completely not my fault....*cough* enjoy!


Emma Ådahl

Well, I just got the feeling to write this. Tis all I can say.


Estella R. Hoffman

'He' is somewhere that i cannot tell you yet, looking for someone that i cannot tell you who it is, and he is gradualy remembering what he has forgotten about what i won't tell you yet, for a reason that i cannot give..just yet. but later on it will involve technology...ooh HUGE spoiler there...comparing that to all those things that i wont tell you...yet.